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It has been many years since the shrinking virus was first found. Most of the world was not effected by it, but for an unlucky few, it would cause their bodies to permanently shrink. Sometimes it was a sudden few inches loss, and it stopped there. Other times it was them slowly losing size every day for a seemingly random amount of time. And the worst of it would be those that just shrunk down superfast in a short time frame. Being over 6 feet one moment and under an inch in the next. Most of them had to give up their normal lives to live under the care of someone. Those that didn't have a choice became scavengers, living off of what they could find in their own home or someone else's.

That brings everything to me now: a micro raccoon trying to make the best of his life with a bunch of other people that don't really have many choices. We had our base in the home of the saint bernard Man. Most of the micros of a similar size stuck together. My new friends and I weren't sure of our size, but most of us felt that it was under an inch tall. Making our already giant host even more of a hazard. At least he was a gentle giant that had a habit of making things easy for us with his forgetful nature. Plus, being a gentle giant made anyone accidentally found more likely to come back alive.

I watch outside the area our base is in, knowing he is about to get up. With a loud yawn, he starts to get out of bed. He takes huge, thundering steps, causing the ground to rumble with each one. I try to get as good of a look at him as I can. Not that I needed to keep track of him. It was very clear to everyone where he was. No, this was more of a personal reason. We didn't have much to do until he left for the day, so I would watch him do his morning routine. Not like I had anything better to do currently. I would see his mountainous paws take every step as he started to make coffee. I used to be very jealous of him when I first got here. "Why did he get to keep his size? Why did it have to be me?" I thought over and over. But it wasn't like anything would change, and over the years, things got twisted. I wanted to get closer to him. Maybe because he was a symbol of my old life. Maybe because I just had a very unfortunate awakening. Either way, I became obsessed with the idea of submitting to him. Since his feet were the thing I saw the most throughout the day, they became my target. I would do anything to get closer to them. Of course, I couldn't when he was active without risking getting directly stepped on at full force.

I had a way around it. When the day was done, and he would head to bed, I would go out and have some fun with him. While once in a while I would go next to the real thing, most of the time I would just settle with getting lost in his slippers. Climbing up his bed took a lot out of me at my size. Being in something he had walked in was good enough for me most of the time. When the others found out what I was doing, I was warned and encouraged to stop. Since this was the closest thing to entertainment as well as being hot as fuck for multiple reasons. I couldn't stop. I just became more careful about sneaking out. Like I was already planning to do tonight. When the saint bernard finished getting ready for work and headed out the door, our "leader," a polar bear man, started to give out tasks for everyone to do. I spent the day trying to grab anything useful from the kitchen. Our group managed to get some cookies and crackers before it was time to get back to base. He would get undressed and start making dinner before heading to his favorite chair to watch TV and kick his feet up. He was very routine, and that made him perfect to work around. I get a good look at him now that our work was done as well.

He had a very gentle face. His hair was a little gray and ground out, showing off he was somewhat older. 50ish if I had to guess. His fur was very shaggy at his chin and lips, giving it a bit of a beard and mustache look. Down to his big belly. It would explain what a heavy eater he was. I think he wears the belly well all the same. Down to the main attraction, his paws. They felt powerful; each toe was like its own skyscraper. It was hard not to see him as some otherworldly god. They were wide and chubby, like the rest of his foot. Perfect for carrying him around. The pads were black and rough, as to be expected. I still bet they are softer than they look. While I was daydreaming, he finally got up. Noticing how late it was and got ready for bed. It was time to move after everyone else was down for the night.

***

As soon as everyone else was asleep, I snuck out, like I had many times before. I had no time to waste if I wanted to make a good time and still get some sleep in. Taking every pathway and shortcut we made, I get there pretty fast. I catch my breath, as it was still a lot of work to just get to the foot of his bed. The room is filled with snores that feel like they vibrate everything around me. Deciding on going all the way tonight, I start to climb up his bed. A huge task that I tried to make easier for me, but because of my tiny size, it still took a while. The main thing that kept me going was thinking about my prize at the top. I've gotten more used to this as my new life has made me more athletic. I was going to sore after this, but it was worth it. Even if I could only spend a short time up here before climbing down.

With some straining, I get to the top, and I'm greeted with a warm musk from the towering paws. My breathing and pulse quicken, I start drooling slightly, and my mind starts to haze over. I drag my tired body closer to the sleeping giant. I lean into his paw that was sticking out of his blanket that was a little too small for his large body. The atmosphere felt oppressive this close. One wrong move by this giant, and I could be spending a lot of time under him. I start to rub up to his feet, using my body to snuggle up to it with my arms out.

I was too small to really have to worry about waking him. Just a tiny speck of a man in a big world that has mostly forgotten about him. Insignificant, and the one man that was a connection to that past, completely unaware of my presence. It was hard not to feel like the smallest thing in the world in the face of that.

These thoughts only served to make me more aroused. Call it a sick acceptance if you wish. I have never been more erect than after finding my place. The rubbing gets more insistent as I thrust into the sole. I give it licks and kisses while I work, paying respects and worshipping the man that became my god.

It doesn't take long before I spray his foot with my seed. I came a lot, but it is hardly a drop to him. I sit down, resting next to his paw as I regain my strength and ride out the haze. As I start to climb down, I happen to spot his slippers on the floor. It was then that I started to grapple with the idea of double-dipping tonight.

If I was thinking clearly, I should get back and get ready for tomorrow. There will always be another day to do this. On the other hand, I was getting excited just thinking about it. Maybe just one more run won't hurt. In and out, nice and quick.

As I get to the floor, I start going as fast as I can to his slipper. They were big pink slippers. They were well-worn in and had a strong scent of him. I climb up and enter the fuzzy cave. The scent became overwhelming as my mind started to fog. I don't know how deep I went in before I started jerking off. Everything was too much, just the way I like it. It was so warm, and I could feel how much it was his.

Just a little ant crawling inside a slipper. There was always such a guilty pleasure with what I did. Doing this under his nose while he had no idea. I started pumping faster as my mind raced. The whole thing felt like I was challenging fate. Tempting God to catch me out and punish me for my hubris. The combo of feeling tiny and doing something forbidden pushes me over the edge once again.

I start to walk back but find myself tapped out. I just need a little nap, then I'll head back, I think. I just lay down and rest. "Just for a little bit," I say before falling asleep almost instantly.

***

*Thoom! thoom! thoom!*

I'm shocked awake by the sound of giant steps. I panic and make a mad dash out. Only to be met by the giant paw sliding in. I scramble to get out of the way, but it is no use. His paw will take up the whole thing. I trip and start backing up on my bottom, still stunned, before it finally drops.

The air is so thick, and the pressure hurts. I feel okay otherwise. It feels like forever before his first step comes. His slipper lifts, but I'm stuck in place by the sweaty sole pinned under him. It comes crashing down. That was just one step, and I'm ready to get off the ride. I was going to be stuck here at least for a while as long as he had the slippers on.

In a way, I got what I asked for, right? The fear started to wear off, and I started to see this as an opportunity. If this was the due I was to pay, I would pay it. It isn't like I would rather be trapped somewhere else. I start to squirm as much as I can. I kiss and lick at his foot, tasting the sweat.

He sits down from breakfast, and I am thankful for the break. It doesn't stop me from trying to enjoy what is in front of me. His taste was addictive. I got hard again, but still could barely move. It doesn't stop me from trying. A puny runt stuck under the foot of his god. What little rubbing I can do, and my thoughts are enough to finish. When I do, I swear I can hear him pause for a second before going back to his meal. There is no way he could have felt that, right?

***

Finally, he takes his paw out as he gets ready to leave. I peel off his paw and wait, so I don't get stepped on accidentally. The last thing I need is to be stuck on him all day... As tempting as that is. When he is out the door, I slowly get up. My body was sore from the rough morning I had. I scurry back home, bracing myself for what everyone else would say after I was gone a good chunk of the morning.

It was bad, but people were also just glad I made it back. I tried to avoid talking about what really happened and made up a story of how I got caught out at a bad time. I don't think they bought it, but they have no real reason to question it or way to prove it wrong. I was given the day off to rest, and I headed back to my bed.

After that wild adventure, maybe I should take a break to focus more on our survival. I thought about it seriously for just a moment. I should do that... Maybe after tonight, after just one more run.